Life before and life before even then.

this is the end, the weak end,
the weekend when men seek
and seldom find,

these are the lines on my palm
where my future is written.

well,
the usual will usually be that.

Friday could be,
the pessimist would disagree
see,
is that usual?

changing?
we all are
and some
become Medusa,
somewhat of a legend.

In a mind which is a cavern
the raven circles,
ravenous.

Dear me,
You’ve been through a lot. I
know it’s hard
But I’m so proud of who you
Are.
You are strong, brave, bright
And smart and you
Were given the gift of a
Beautiful heart. So keep
Going strong and try not to
Stray
Everything you’re praying
For is on it’s way

I told him I write poetry.
He asked me if I'll write poems about him.
And I said, yes every time you break my heart.
"Well then I'll never break your heart"
That was a promise he never kept.